Hello! Here comes the Saturday edition of More Than A Feilding, catching you up on the past somewhat interrupted week. Still on the move!
You take nicer pictures when you’re not drunk
Readers keeping count will know it's more than five years since I gave up booze. Some of you get worried on my behalf when I recount a possibly testing moment. Anxious readers: today I got well tested. All the way across France I've been enquiring in my very polite and well-meaning but not by any means elegant or fluent French if they have a non-alcohol …
It's not New Zealand they've never heard of, it's him
Sometimes you’ll just be so dog-tired, you can only keep yourself awake with a short stab of self-inflicted pain. A quick bite of the lip, for instance. Maybe a slight bite on the tongue or a dig of the nails. But what if you’re needing something a bit more painful?
The Book of Henry
Now in the land of Angus beef and the mighty ABs Where the steaks were juicy and the rivers did run foul It would often be said, This meal is terrible, and No, for real this is legit the worst thing I've ever eaten But this was an thing said only to others at the table,